A few months later, the Warblers were to face off against the New Directions at Regionals. There had been no contact between the boys at Dalton and Sebastian. Things were going well; for the New Directions, Rachel sang "A Piece of Sky" and Mercedes, Tina, and Santana led on "Fame"; now the Warblers were about to perform.

"From Westerville, Ohio, the Dalton Academy Warblers!" the announcer proclaimed. The blazered boys hurried into place as Nick took center stage.

"Hey, baby, thought you were the one who tried to run away

Ooh, baby, wasn't I the one who made you want to stay?

Please don't bet that you'll ever escape me

Once I get my sights on you"

Jeff came out and joined him:

"Got a license to kill (to kill)

And you know I'm goin' straight for your heart

(Got a license to kill)

Got a license to kill (to kill)

Anyone who tries to tear us apart

(Got a license to kill)

License to kill"

"Hey baby, think you need a friend to stand here by your side?

Yes, you do (your side)

Ohh, baby, now you can depend on me to make things right (things right)

Please don't bet that you'll ever escape me

Once I get my sights on you…"

Suddenly, Nick and Jeff felt a weird sensation and a bright blue light flashed over the stage. The audience complained and shielded their eyes. Nick looked around and saw that along with him and Jeff, Kurt, Blaine, and Louis were among the ones being taken.

When the five boys came to, they found themselves in a circular room and no door was in sight.

"Where are we?" Jeff groaned, rubbing his head. "Why does my head hurt so much?"

"Shit," Blaine muttered; he began to feel the walls searching for a way out. Kurt sat up and straightened his blazer.

"Blaine, you mind telling us where we are?" Louis asked, pushing a stirring Nick off of him.

"This is Sebastian's prison," Blaine replied, still searching for a crevice.

"That's right," a new voice said. Jeff looked around wildly for the source. "You can't see me, blondie." Jeff blanched at the nickname and helped Nick up.

"Sebastian, what do you want?" Kurt shouted.

"I want you, Kurt," Sebastian said smoothly. "I told you you'd regret breaking up with me. It seems like you didn't listen."

"Yeah?" Kurt retorted. "Well, where are they all now? Decapitated? Imploded? Burned to death? Orgasm-based explosion? Shot? Sliced in half? That's right, they're all dead. And you're next."

Sebastian chuckled and the boys heard a beep as a chute opened. "Come on in." Kurt stormed forward, Blaine right behind him and Louis and Niff trailing them. Sebastian was lounging in a large revolving chair in the middle of a row of computers.

"Nice to see you again, Kurt," he smirked. "Like the new setup?" Kurt was breathing hard, walking right up to the console and slapping Sebastian across the face.

"You manipulative, scheming, rat-faced bastard," the brunet hissed. "What is wrong with you? Didn't anyone ever teach you the meaning of the word "no"?" Sebastian's smirk slipped a little from the slap, but remained. Blaine stared, transfixed on his angry beyond belief boyfriend.

"I missed this, Kurt. You and me, you looking pissy as always, me looking…well…like a guy who doesn't throw hissy fits," Sebastian sneered. "I just want to talk to Blaine, so I suggest you get that tight petite ass of yours out of the way."

"Fuck you, Smythe," Kurt growled. Sebastian raised an eyebrow and within a second, Kurt was on the ground, holding his cheek and glaring daggers at his ex-boyfriend.

"You shouldn't use such profane language, Kurt," Sebastian continued in a pleasant voice, standing up and walking around the console to Kurt. "I thought you were a Dalton boy. I heard they were spruce and dapper. If you were, such words wouldn't come from that pretty little mouth." Blaine was presently being held back by the combined efforts of Niff and Louis.

"Blaine, you gotta calm down. If you lose it, he's going to do something really fucked," Louis warned.

"Got that right, Herlihy." Sebastian looked up at Louis. "I've heard all about you and your fascination for being film props off eBay." Louis swallowed and stared at Sebastian, trying to conceal his fear. "As for these two," Sebastian shook his head, looking at the evident fright in Nick and Jeff's faces, "the 3 6 Mafia. Can't you boys come up with a cleverer name?"

"You fucking psycho!" Blaine yelled, wrenching away from his friends' grips.

"Blaine Anderson." Sebastian turned to face Blaine. "What's the matter? Can't reach high enough to claw my eyes out? I know what you want. You want to tear me limb from limb for making Kurt Hummel's life a living hell. Am I right? Of course I'm right." Blaine reached for the taller boy's shirt, but Sebastian simply shoved him backwards.

"Don't touch him!" Kurt hurried and stood in front of Blaine. "It's me you want. Just please, Seb, don't hurt him."

"He's done more than enough damage, Kurt. He cost me my entire crew. All I have left is Jonathan," Sebastian explained calmly. "Before they all exploded or whatever, your exes had jobs and part of their stipend went to me to help get back at you for screwing them over. But you and the Hobbit offed them all."

"Why did you start this in the first place? What did I do that is so awful?"

"You want to know why there is an alliance of psychos out for the blood of your beloved Blainers. Because you fucked them all over, Kurt. You hurt them. Luke was first; he told me that he loved you. You helped him come out of his shell and then you went and fooled with that cynical douche Dan. Although Derek doesn't actually count as an ex, you outed him as a pedophile."

"It's not my fault he liked checking out pre-teen boys," Kurt said defensively.

"Fair point, but you didn't have to tell everyone," Sebastian replied reasonably. "Well, then Santana, that's not all your fault either. She's just full of rage. I'm not condemning you for her either."

"What about Tyler?" Louis spoke up.

"Mitchell told me he went on a date with Kurt after some crazy prom incident involving the school going up in flames."

"Kurt! You didn't tell us that!" Nick and Jeff looked scandalized.

"I have the right to some secrets," Kurt shot back.

"Troy said he raped Kurt, is that true?" Blaine asked. Sebastian sighed and nodded.

"It's true. They dated for a few months; I've heard both sides of this story and Kurt alleges that Troy became clingier by the day and eventually got wasted or something and raped him in a classroom at one in the morning."

"What did Troy have to say?"

"He said Kurt was becoming distant and was flirting with other boys, making him jealous. It was mostly a bunch of what I believed to be bullshit."

"You really believe that?" Kurt looked up at Sebastian, eyes wide. Sebastian nodded.

"I know you hate me, but, in all the time we spent together, you've never lied to me," he said.

"So…is there gonna be a fight?" Jeff piped up.

"Can we all live like civilized people and forget that people exploded into coins?" Blaine looked at Sebastian.

"As long as I'm here, I'm not going to stop until Kurt is mine," Sebastian replied.

"In that case, bring it on."

A/N: Another action-packed chapter and a finale. Thanks for your reviews.